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"Reincarnation"
She sat on one of the two beds,
Just smoking some kind of drug.
It could've been a mere cigarette;
But I really couldn't say.
John Lennon's voice sang out across the room,
Falling onto the faded mint green walls,
And tumbling back into her tired, decision filled eyes.

Where the hotel she was staying at was located,
I could only guess.
But what I do know,
Is that she was filled with dread.
And that sinking, empty feeling,
That was enhanced by the smell of must,
Was coated in another feeling,
That only the next track would bring.
It must've envoked such lovely memories,
For she surely closed her eyes,
And took a whiff of its es
"Howard of the Goldfish"
On a day, closer to yesterday,
Howard stared into the goldfish bowl.
He wanted more than anything,
To be small enough to swim with them, of course.
And being only a young child, at the age of five,
He still believed all was possible.

His favorite, in the reef-filled world,
Was "Plucky", the goldfish he had known now,
For nearly two and a half years.
Plucky only ever swam in squares,
And "Dylan", his best friend,
Hated him for it.

Howard overheard Plucky telling "Helena" a secret,
A secret to end all secrets, perhaps?
"I hope Dylan can love me too, someday."
Helena, truly disgusted, swam away.
She made sure to rub it in, by ad
"Tales of Maturity"
Some would say that maturity,
Is holding your tongue,
And using a large vocabulary.
Others would say it's acheiving true love,
And believing they know the true meaning of it.
Many agree to say it's being in touch with your emotions...
Or having virtually no emotion at all.
The incredibly young believe a relationship is the way;
A sex-filled drama nightmare.
And more tend to think it's being able to lecture...
But their speeches just end up being overused, and they are ignored.
But we all know, they're all liars.
Until the teenage world, can stop amounting to nothing,
Believing and being everything and anything but themselves,
Th
"Sunday Morning Rain"
I love the feeling,
When I wake up on a Sunday morning,
And I find that it's raining.
The rooftop, I know, has holes in it,
And the blankets are the only thing stopping me,
From becoming the grey mess outwardly.

But when I leave that surreal place,
I realize the roof is solid,
And the blankets are far too warm.
Getting out of bed becomes ideal,
And I'm soon to find that my household is empty;
One has likely gone out for a while.

More than anything...I want the rain to stop,
I want the sun to shine,
I want the night to come.
California Dreamin' won't stop playin' in my head;
But I keep on singing...
Another can't afford to sto

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"Thank God I'm not a Woman"

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~Linah Nov 14, 2005   Writer
I rather like this. xD Especially the "why take it personally, when you can take it like a man". Congratulations.
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~kchangita Nov 15, 2005
Thanks, ma'am.
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~badkhemmie Nov 14, 2005
This is .. an interesting poem. it reminds me of radiohead almost, but with a touch of foreign influence. Bravo!
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~kchangita Nov 14, 2005
Haha, thanks.
Radiohead, eh?
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~badkhemmie Nov 14, 2005
Back in the Kid A days.. I dunno. But i love radiohead.
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